Shadows


Misaki


NoNoNoNoNoNoNo. This cannot be happening, Misaki. Mikan and Youichi did not get kidnapped. Mikan is not sentenced to be a Fallen Angel by the Court of Radiance. No.

I felt as though I couldn't breathe. I hadn't realized that court was over. My body was shaking and I could hear the heavy pound of my heart. You know when you do something really bad and your confessing to, like, murder? Yeah, well that's how I felt. Except it was worse in reality.

"Misaki, I truly am sorry," Kounji said simply, sipping his tea. He didn't sound sorry at all. He didn't know what it was like to find out that your little sister was banished to an eternity of night. He didn't, he didn't. I became an Archangel to help Mikan and Youichi, not see them get turned into Demons.

"Shut up, Kounji." I spat, standing up form my seat. There was nobody here, and I was a little disappointed. I wanted all of these cold-hearted monsters to knwo how I felt, that they didn't deserve to be called Angels. Right now, they were commiting a sin. All that puishment crap was just shit.

"Misaki Harada, please sit down. You know I do not mean any harm." Kounji stared at me blandly and sighed. "Mikan was supposed to have died from the time she was born. Royals are supposed to be extinct, Misaki. The blood of a Joven runs through Mikan's veins."

"So what?" I shrieked. "So what if Mikan is a Tainted Angel? She hasn't done anything wrong from the time she was born! Hell, all she wanted was to be a happy, regular girl! It isn't even her fault that she got kidnapped by a couple of Demons you bastard!"

He stared at my outburst for a minute, shocked, then reached over and caressed my cheeks with a sadistic little smirk. I slapped his hands away, shaking violently. I wanted to burn him, to end him right then and there. How dare he plan on making my little sister a Demon? It was practically murder!

"I understand your pain, Misaki."

"Like hell you do!"

"That is why I am asking for your assistance in my new project." he paused, wiping the corner of his mouth with his napkin. "You see, I am planning to inflirate Hell and kill a number of Demons." his eyes shone with dangerous glee as he stared at me. "How about it, Misaki? You go to Hell, kill a few Demons, rescue Mikan, Youichi and Ruka, and then come back and live a happily ever after again."

It all sounded too good, even for him. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "You're asking a girl for help?"

"You are one of your best fighters." he responded. "The mission will be a breeze if you were to attend and . . . help out."

"When is it?" I asked at last.

"Tomorrow."

"I will be there," I vowed, getting up and striding brisquely out of the room. I didn't believe a word of it. There was no way Kounji could have such a happy plan planned out. That was why I had different thoughts in mind. He was probably going to kill Mikan instead of banishing her as a Fallen Angel. Because the Royal family had to die out for him to be happy. Was I going to let him do that?

"Over my dead body." I growled as I exited the Court of Radiance.


Mikan


"NATSUME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice high and shrilly. My eyes were blazing with fury as I witnessed the said black-haired Demon enter gracefully with a bored look on his face. A smirk lit up his lips.

"Yeah, Polka?" he asked, trying not to laugh at the look on my face.

"Don't 'Yeah Polka' me, bastard!" I huffed. "Did you burn my underwear?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it was Aoi." he said nonchalantly. "Why do you always suspect it's me? I'm not the only one with a fire alice."

"Aoi? Get real!" I said sarcastically. "She would die before she burned my underwear. Besides, she's way nicer than you!"

"She's just a freaky genetic mutation," Natsume pointed out.

"Oh, shut up," I snapped. "I guess I would like you better if you were a genetic mutation! How about that, huh, Natsume?"

He frowned, seeming to be disturbed by that outburst. He leaned in so that our faces were only inches apart, his breath touching my face, and muttered, "That hurts, Mikan. And I thought you loved me for who I was." I blushed, hearing a mocking edge to the tone of his voice. I immediately brought up my arm and punched him.

"Ouch," he winced, touching his cheek. "That . . . actually hurt, Polka." he said, awed.

I blinked in shock, taking a step back. "No way . . . did . . . did I hurt you, Natsume?"

"What does it look like?" he dropped his hand, and sure enough, his cheek was swelling a slight reddish color. I gasped.

"I'm strong!"

"You punched me and your marveling your strength? I feel so special at this moment." Natsume said sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up!" I cried, holding up my fist. I faced the wall, a huge grin on my face, and then punched it. Pieces shattered, and it didn't even hurt!

"Oh my God!" I squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down like a little kid in a pair of new motocross jeans and leather black boots. They were leant from Aoi, since I was pretty close to her size. The hoodie and tank were kinda snug, but I could manage.

"Shit, what the hell happened?" Tsubasa asked, appearing by the doorway with wide blue eyes. He looked at the wall, then back at me, then back at the wall, and then landed his gaze at Natsume.

"Did she do that?" he burst incredulously.

"I think she's got a weird gene in her like Aoi," Natsume mumbled.

"Well, she is a Royal, and she does have -"

"Tainted blood," Hotaru finished. I turned around and warily faced the grogeous witch in front of me who stood there with slightly gleaming purple eyes. I stil couldn't forget the little session she and Ruka were having, but I pushed that thought to the center of my mind and stared at her in open confusion.

"Tainted blood?"

Before they could talk, a huge red light went off and a loud noise beeped constantly. The three of them looked at eachother in understanding and Natsume piled me up into his arms without a second thought.

"Natsume!" I gasped, my eyes wide. I threw my arms around him so I didn't fall. The scene around me was a blur as he raced through the hallway. I closed my eyes and then suddenly found myself being dumped onto Natsume's bed.

"Stay here. Don't you dare move. Aoi'll be here." he said sternly, leaving.

"Wait, Natsume, what's going-"

SLAM!

And like that, he lift. Stupid manipulative bastard.

I hugged my knees. I had gotten used to the people here, and I had even gotten used to the darkness. Tsubasa was like my big brother, Ruka was allowed to visit me every so often (which resulted in weird glares from the bitch witch), Aoi, who painfully reminded me of my sister even though they didn't look alike, and Natsume . . . . .

Mine. My Natsume. That was all I could think of. Suddenly, a strange ripping feeling tore through my body. I felt like I was missing a limb, like I was drowning . . . strangely enough.

"Mikan."

"Aoi," I responded. "Come in."

I heard some shuffling, and then Aoi giggled outside my door. I looked up in bewilderment. What was going on outside?

"Just open the freaking door, woman," I heard an oddly familiar voice mutter under his breath.

"Okay, I'll open it!" Aoi laughed.

"She'll be happy, I bet," I heard Ruka say.

The door swung open, and I saw . . .

I flung myself across the room and into a pair of arms that I've known for all my life. I inhaled his scent, the scent of mist. He chuckled, and I looked at him for the first time in weeks.

He was the same. His silver hair was longer, and his face was harder, as if he'd gone through harsh experiences. His arms and shoulders were broader, he looked older, but he had the same look in his teal eyes.

"Youichi," I cried out, tears pooling out of my eyes. Aoi smiled warmly.

"I talked to Persona . . . well, more like I cried. He let him go." she laughed, patting her raven hair gently.

"Gee, thanks, hag," Youichi said, smirking when Aoi's face flushed red.

"You meanie!" she pouted, a scarlet blush still staining her cheeks. "I'm not even a hundred years old yet! I'm still only a decade and six years old!"

Youichi, Ruka and I raised brows at the same time, and Aoi blushed harder.

"Okay, Aoi," I said awkwardly, but then cracked a smile and gave her a hug. "Thanks so much!" But then it happened again. That horrible stomach-flipping feeling that seared through my body like thousands of knives. I suddenly felt like throwing up.

"Aoi, I really don't feel good," I choked out. I noticed that Ruka's face was pale as well. Youichi frowned in concern and so did Aoi.

"Did you eat something bad?" Aoi asked, frowning as she placed a hand on my head. It was cool, like rock.

"No, not that kind of bad . . . I just feel like something bad happened. Like that eye-twitching feeling, except stronger."

"I feel it too," Ruka muttered in agreement, literally dropping down on the couch. "Ugh, I feel like somebody tore off my ribs or something."

"Hmm," Aoi muttered, a strange sparkle growing in her eyes. Her eyes widened a fraction. "Say, did anyone...drink your blood by any chance?"

"Yes," we both answered in unision. I looked at Ruka with a raised brow.

"Who?" I asked, smirking.

"Hotaru." he said, blushing madly.

"Ick." my face dropped. "The bitch witch?"

"Yeah - bitch witch?" Ruka asked, raising a brow.

"I gave her a cute nickname."

"Funny. She calls you a whore."

"... bitch." I muttered.

"Mikan, no cursing," Youichi gently knocked my head.

"Hmm, I have a theory..." Aoi's eyes brightened. "Do you two by any chance feel an attraction between Hotaru and Natsume?"

"Yes," Ruka blurted out. Three pairs of eyes stared at me, waiting.

"I don't know." I muttered, scratching my head. "Maybe...?"

"Who?" Youichi asked calmly, which scared me a little.

"My brother," Aoi replied. Youichi frowned, and I swore I heard him mutter something like, "Guess I can't kill him then".

"I don't really think so," I added quickly.

"You know . . . there 's a prophecy in the Demon and Angel world. Hold on." Aoi suddenly got up and disappeared.

"Demons are . . . fast," Ruka muttered.

"Thanks," Aoi replied out of nowhere, plopping down beside me on Natsume's bed. Ruka blushed.

"You heard me?"

"Super hearing. Anyways, lookie here." Aoi flipped a book. It was fat and old-looking, with weird script stuff written in ink all over it. I scrunched up my nose. "It's the Demon book. Only the Hyuuga's have access to it, and it's sacred."

"What the hell does that even say?" Youichi asked sourly.

"Only the Royals know how to read it. So basically Mikan and Nobara." they all looked at me expectantly, and I shook my head.

"I think this Nobara person would be a better choice than me."


Misaki


I took out my dagger and beheaded another Demon. It was a fledgling vampire, just barely ten. I kind of felt sorry for it, but I knew I had to do it. For Mikan. For Youichi.

"Well, looks like you've been having fun," a strangely cheerful voice said from behind me. I turned around and the first thing I saw was blue.

He's gorgeous.

"Oi, Tsubasa, what the hell?" a raven-haired guy whapped the man's face. Tsubasa. Strangely appealing. It seemed the whole battlefield consisted of these three fighters. A raven-haired beauty, a crimson-eyed boy, and a dark-haired man. Tsubasa. One of my teammates, Yuri, raced towards the violet-eyed girl who leapt up in mid air and grasped her in a headlock. Yuri roundhouse kicked her back and she nearly cut open Yuri's throat.

Tono, the best fighter, took on the crimson guy, thrashing violently like a maniac. The guy snorted.

"You Angels really are worthless." he scowled. "With just one exception, of course. Polka."

But I was looking at the dark man. He smiled warily, as if he were just about to kill an animal, and then charged at me. I leapt up and flipped over him, but he grabbed my arms from the back and threw me over. I caught myself and jumped onto his neck, digging my nails into his head.

"You're good. I'll remember you." he said with a laugh, knocking me under him.

"Sorry if I can't be grateful," I replied sweetly, hitting his groin. It was a little habit Mikan picked up from me. He cringed back and glared at me, the good mood gone.

"I hope you go to Hell. Oops, you're already there," I whispered, swiping my blade at his neck.

Tsubasa smirked and disappeared. I looked up and my eyes widened. He was flying in mid-air, a pair of shadow-like wings strapped onto his back that looked more like darkness without feathers. His skin turned rotting pale and shadow entities seemed to swallow him.

He looked at me with bloody red eyes, and I found out that I couldn't move. My eyes widened. He was a shadow Demon!

"Now, hun, what's your name?"

I didn't answer, and my body arched backwards on it's own. I let out a cry of pain.

"Harada," I spat out with venom. He chuckled, giving me more pain.

"I want first name, sweet cheeks."

"Misaki." I responded. "And might I add, you messed with the wrong Archangel."

Another me shot out from my body, followed by another. They took out lighters and the shadows beneath my feet disappeared. I smirked at his surprise.

"Doppleganger alice?" he asked, awed.

"Hell yeah." I laughed, racing towards him. I leapt up and kicked his face, sending him flying.

He caught himself and disappeared. I groaned. I hated that trick! Suddenly, blades dropped from the sky and killed my dopplegangers. I looked around, and then felt a dark force smash me down to the ground.

My eyes were covered in dirt, and my back was facing up. I spat some soil up from my mouth in disgust.

"Sorry, Misaki," I heard a voice purr.

"Bastard Demon," I gasped, feeling sharp fangs cut into my flesh. Dark spots began appearing in my vision, and suddenly I could see it. I turned around and faced Tsubasa's eyes which were glazed just like mine.

My feet suddenly didn't hold me anymore. I waas connected by thorns, no, chains. They were dragging me away from Heaven and into Hell.

But I couldn't care less.

I felt like I belonged. I wanted to be in Hell.

A fire tore through my heart, and it felt like I was being eaten, swallowed by darkness.

"Tsubasa," I muttered hoarsely, blacking out into an abyss of shadows.


Author's Note: Hmm . . . . TSUBASAXMISAKI isn't finished yet . . . . I aded a bit of AOIXYOUICHI in there as well . . .

Next up, there will be a sort of ironic MIKANXNATSUME and RUKAXHOTARU. You'll see what I mean. They'll finally meet Nobara, Princess of Hell! So, I guess there'll be a little PERSONAXNOBARA snippets to come along . . .

Oh, and, Misaki didn't know what Natsume meant by Polka. Lol. If she did, she would've killed Natsume first. Well, she would've tried to kill him. Don't know if she could, though. Probably not.


I'm trying to squeeze in all of the pairings I mentioned in less than six chapters . . . Oh, and just so you know, the world isn't just all Angels and Demons. I've been reading some good books, kinda corny, and they've had relationships between Demon Hunters and Demons and such . . . they inspired me for another pairing! It'll have to do with Yuu!

I have to warn you, all questions will not be answered in this book. For example, Jovens, Tainted Angels, Royals, how they disappeared, the taboo of having DemonXAngel relationships, Mikan's family . . . most of that won't come up in this book. Sorry! (Runs away in fear)

I just can't squeeze all of that and the pairings into one book . . . for a twelve year old like me, it's too much work. Dudes, I've got school, Karate practice, Art Club, and plus I'm the class representative AND I'm participating in a writing contest in school AND I have to deal with my social life and friends, sorting out the backstabbers and real friends on Facebook and such. And, I have been experiencing familty problems and all that shit. I have a good excuse, I guess.


P.S. Book Two of this story will answer all of your questions! So if you have a lot, feel free to write them out in your reviews so I can hopefully answer them. This story will be very complex in information and Demon history . . . I wish I had a Beta Reader or some back up support!

P.P.S. Nicky's mom is getting a divorce. She's been so obtuse. The twins are on vacation. That leaves me alone. Life sucks sometimes, you know that? My spring break is going to be loooong and loooonely. (Goes cry in the Emo corner)


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